THE FUGITIVE
On a cold October morning
As frost lay on the ground
Waiting to make my move
I made no sound

Waiting for the mist to cover all around
I carefully picked my time then took the wall

I’m sick and tired of running
The hunger and the pain
A stop to look about then off again

Being at the wrong place And at the wrong time
Suspected of a hit, that was my crime

I am a fugitive, being hunted down like game
I am a fugitive, but I’ve got to clear my name
(repeat)

Always looking around me
Forever looking back
I’ll always be a target for attack

Ever moving onwards
Always on the run
Waiting for the sight of a loaded gun

I am a fugitive, being hunted down like game
I am a fugitive, but I’ve got to clear my name
(repeat)

Even if I find them
And get to clear my name
I know that things can never be the same

But if I ever prove
My innocence some day
I’ve got to get them all to make them pay

I am a fugitive, being hunted down like game
I am a fugitive, but I’ve got to clear my name.
(repeat)


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